WARNING: LARGE AMOUNT OF COMPLAINT . . . . I RECCOMEND NOT READING

Usually I try to keep myself in a good mood because I don't want to worry those around me but I've been slipping with my little mask. Honestly I had a lot of crap going on last year with my idiotic (insert b word) that just has to be my father. Then dealing with plenty of other problems. And you know I thought that was all over with. I though I was going to be free of an extreme amount of stress and . . . blegh! . . . *sigh*

Mother starts dating again but the guy she's dating barely ever calls her and I swear he has some terrible problems with his car. It doesn't work, he spends thousands of dollars to get it fixed. Few weeks later the engine blows up on the day he's supposed to come back and visit and his oldest gets put in the hospital. Mother is stressed beyond fix so she turns all her fustration out on me being the more durable. Sure little sister gets yelled at but no I get threatened to get my butt whooped ti'll next week. . . . I get nagged on for things I didn't even do or know of and my lil' sis says I did it, typical. Okay well mother stops all that then she finds out she needs surgery on her shoulder to get something out of it so now everybodys freaking thinking it might be cancer. . . . . I can't work out anymore because mother takes over the machine, normal now. . . . That's not my problem.

My problem is from all this and more I've regained the weight that I've tried so hard to get rid of. To make things worse I've lost several more supposed friends. Almost gotten into more fights then usual. . . . Oh and I somehow managed to pull a muscle in my right hip so everytime I walk a large amount of pain shoots though my leg and up my side through the stomach muscles. Sitting down even hurts.

Okay well next section. Okay I understand friends being curious or just plain worried about what goes on in a friends life but they tend to get a little too far sometimes. . . . . How far? Well I have people telling me I shouldn't be talking to people over the internet that I really don't know. If I was to do that then well I might as well not get on the flippin computer at all. . . . . They don't understand that I'm careful. Oh then they bring up the one thing that is really sensitive with me right now. . . . . One of them brings up somebody I've sort of, kind of, had feelings for quite sometime. They're stating that he's not real. . . . . I just blew up. . . . . More questions they ask. They ask how I feel about my current boyfriend. . . . I tell them. I love him. Why would I not if we've been going out for a year. Oh then they bring up before. I don't want to say anything so I state I'm confused extremely on everything. . . . . You know what oh well . . .

Okay I've typed off enough or your precious ears so I am DONE!!! Eyes hurt and I'm tired as heck. . . . *sigh* Why am I even doing these. There are only like three or four people that read them